March 03, 2020

In the Ball Pit: Marley, Jacob, Ghost - and Jah Live

grease garglers of the world unstroke
the mighty lemon drops of hope fall
in batches and all our salad arms and legs
All our armies, our legovers, our huddled
molasses, get together, feel alright.

I've seen Jah live an him live again
I got thrown out of James Taylor and Carole King
and when bouncers say to me: "you not gettin in"
I know, is serious. So I ask Rupert Read: I say
"Rupert, you got to take a lead" and him feed me now.

Will there ever be another time like this?
Will there ever be another time daddy?
No dear, there wont be anything in the future.
You dont have a future and you are angry.
Can we go to Funky Monkeys Daddy?

and as the allotment fires are burning,
the smoke sits like a full veil in the valley
and hope lies beneath, going downstream
hope flows into the sea and it rises lifting all ships
and the four winds blow the seven seas and

Poor Maurice.


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